Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my child –

reach it, because Roger shakes

still hard on my shoulders. “I’m serious,

I think, is okay but… Dominic” He

the clearing behind

to look at Roger’s

grave his expression

like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen,

to look, to follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying

One covered in the

robes, the other…

I can go – but I can’t run

the baby in

and my instincts kick in,

a terrible snarl, my teeth

mouth

wide in shock and puts up his

speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to

give me the baby

part of my poor motherly heart to

every molecule within me screaming to hold him close, to never let

go again…

those forms in the

my crying child to his godfather. Roger will

I take off,

Sinclair

open in the forest and wince as the bright white

of my face with

morning?

I realize,

I don’t remember going

wary, trying to

not even in

Inside at all…

bright forest and down at the soft

the crisp white linens. Where the hell am

voice says, and I whip

of me. I blink, trying to clear my wide

beautiful. She’s got to be

voice low with awe. But she

the soft smile I expect, instead bursting into

head and coming close

smiling down into my face. “You’ve been

confused. Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

down at me, slowly shaking her

questions, except Dr. Hank says your

fine. You’re just

her. But she just smiles at me again

in my lap. My arms wrap around her